Cut Throat and Love...

Ok. I'm popping my livejournal cherry tonight...

Here we are. Midnight. I just finished working out for the second time in two days, which is also the second time in 6 months. How f*cking pathetic, I know---especially taking into account my fitness crisis, that is, I'm 20 lbs over weight.

It hasnt always been this way. No really---2 years ago to this day I was a spry 127 lbs, in the United States Air Force, happily banging a new f*ck-buddy. Of course it was a rapid decline thereafter...

Its understandable how there are so many fat people in the world. Gaining weight is a cake walk through candyland---quite literally. Losing weight is Slim Fast, Diet Coke and everything else with a horrible after-taste, too much foam and little substance. It sort of leaves us with sparse options; eat rich, watch your cholesterol and weight sky-rocket and die of a heart attack at 50 or live on grapefruit & pea soup and die a bitter, shriveled-up old b*tch at 95. I'm honestly not sure which is worse.

Sure, there's a middle ground. But what's the point in venting if you're going to think logically? Thinking takes all the fun out of b*tching.